Lahat ng Kabanata ng In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

OLIVIA’S POVI knew something had shifted the moment Kane walked in.I’d never met him before — not properly. I’d seen photos, heard the name spoken in a dozen different tones depending on who was doing the speaking and what the conversation was about. Lucious said it carefully, like handling something that could cut. Other people said it with a kind of cautious reverence, the way you talk about weather patterns that have a history of turning.In person he was — not what I’d expected.Taller, for one. Same bone structure as his father, same quality of stillness, but where Lucious had refined his into something smooth and almost architectural, Kane’s was rougher. More recently acquired. Like a man who’d taught himself to be still because he’d learned the hard way what happened when he wasn’t.He’d barely glanced at me when he came through. Cordial, distracted, already somewhere else in his head. That was fine. I hadn’t needed the attention.What I’d needed was to read the room.So I di

KANE’S POVThe vial was smaller than I expected.I turned it between my fingers, the thin glass catching the dim light of my bedroom as I sat on the edge of the bed. It looked almost harmless. “Good” I smiled in relief. My phone buzzed against the nightstand.It’s confirmed. He’ll flip. Cynthia’s text came in while Jonah called me an hour ago. He’s in.“Damn right, he is” I exhaled slowly, setting the vial down on the duvet beside me. I stared at it.One problem solved now, remains the other.The board meeting was locked in for next Friday. Seven days for Lucious to wake up fully, regain his strength, sign whatever documents Virgil had been hovering over him with, and blow my entire plan to pieces with one signature.Seven days was too long.I picked up the vial again.Cynthia had explained it simply, it won’t kill him, she’d said, filing her nails as she spoke. It’ll just… slow him down. Keep him foggy. He’ll be alive, Kane…technically.I pressed my thumb against the cool glass.T

OLIVIA’S POVThe nursery was the third bedroom.It had been a storage room when I moved in — boxes of things Lucious had accumulated and never dealt with, the particular archaeology of a man who’d been living inside his own momentum for so long he’d stopped noticing what was accumulating around the edges. We’d cleared it together on a Sunday three months ago, which had been its own kind of excavation. Not just boxes. History. Objects that carried weight he hadn’t expected to feel when he picked them up.There’d been a photo of Kane at maybe seven or eight, missing a front tooth, holding up a fish on what looked like a lake somewhere. Lucious had stood holding it for a long time without saying anything. Then he’d put it carefully in the keep pile without explanation and moved on to the next box.I hadn’t said anything either.Some moments needed to breathe without commentary.Now the room was pale yellow — a warm yellow, not a sharp one, the color of late afternoon light — with white t

OLIVIA’S POVThe breakfast spread in the conference room at the Salander Group was exquisite, yet looking at it made my stomach churn. I felt as though I was vibrating at a frequency that didn't match the rest of the world. Every time I tried to take a bite of fruit, my hand shook, and the image of Lucious in his hospital bed, looking so peaceful yet so vulnerable, burned behind my eyelids."I can't do this, Virgil," I said, pushing the plate away. I stood up, my hand instinctively going to the swell of my belly. "Something is wrong. I need to go."Virgil looked up from his tablet, his expression sharpening. "Olivia, we have the proxy review, we have the board preparation. You are the lynchpin of the strategy for Friday.""The strategy is useless if something happens to Lucious today," I snapped, grabbing my bag. "I don't know how to explain it. I just have a gut feeling, and I am not going to ignore it again. If you won't take me, I will get an Uber."Virgil sighed, a sound of profou

OLIVIA’S POVThe hospital room felt smaller than it had an hour ago. The adrenaline was finally leaving my system, replaced by a heavy, hollow exhaustion. I sat on the edge of the bed, Lucious’s hand resting limp in mine. He was tired I could see it in the way his eyelids drooped but his mind was clearly racing.Virgil was standing by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his back turned to us. He was speaking in low, clipped tones, probably dealing with the fallout of the morning. When he hung up, he turned around, looking like he hadn't slept in a week."The police are being difficult," Virgil said, exhaling sharply. "They have the vial. It’s sitting in evidence, waiting to be processed by the lab. I’ve been trying to convince them to let me handle the testing through our private firm, but they’re not budging."Lucious shifted against his pillows, his expression darkening. "We need to get that out of their hands, Virgil. Immediately.""I’m working on it," Virgil replied, pacing